[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

[sheriffexe]

ARRIVAL

It's a surprisingly quiet ride. The passenger cart is nothing more than wood and a bit of cotton to cushion the seats but for some reason, even as the train hurtles along down the track, the cart remains silent. It only starts filling with noise when the passengers begin to stir. There isn't any indication on how you got here. No grogginess, no injuries -- in fact, those who arrive with injuries might find them healed up completely (of course there are others who won't be so lucky) -- but in one blink and the next, you are here, on this train. Maybe you're even sitting next to a friend. Maybe a stranger. Won't be any time to talk either, the train suddenly slowing down with enough of a jerk to throw its passengers back into their seats. A few seconds later, it comes to a complete stop and with a whistle, the doors open and a voice calls from outside. It's male, with a slight mechanical twang behind it and anyone who looks out the window towards the station can just about spot the portly man out on the platform. "You might as well come on out, folks. You won't be getting any answers on the train." Once everyone is out on the platform, the man stands before them taking an assessing look at each person. There is something very off about him, though he looks human enough -- but his eyes are too white, his skin too dry, and his hair is doesn't shine quite right. He is dressed in a flannel shirt, suspenders, and jeans, a cowboy hat atop his head and a badge pinned to his shirt that reads "Sheriff". After a moment, he gives a gruff nod and speaks again. "Howdy. Real happy to see all of you. Explanations will come... Sunday morning, yeah. Give y'all a bit of time to meet each other. Settle in. Keys are on the table over there, hat and pistol in your room. Don't, er... Don't shoot each other right away but if you do, my office is over there. Go get some dinner, sun's about to set. Wouldn't want any coyote trouble." And that seems to be... it. The Sheriff tips his hat and turns to head to the building with the large "Sheriff" sign on the front. There is a table nearby, keys neatly laid out for everyone with nametags attached to each one. An owl hoots in the distance and a breeze passes through the group. It's quiet again. Welcome to game start! Characters will find their items in their hotel rooms and anyone who goes to visit the Sheriff after he leaves will find the station empty. On top of that, rulebooks will not be available to find until later. The Sheriff might be forcing it a little but it seems like the intent here really is to get everyone to interact with each other. If there are any questions, PM or hit up the plurk at robowest!

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[thatsthespirit]

arrival.

[the Sheriff might walk away like he expects everyone to play nice without him, but at least one person isn't too pleased with his decision to postpone explanations until Sunday. she snatches her keys off of the table and immediately sprints after the same man]

[unnnnfortuantely, she reaches the station long after the Sheriff has disappeared inside. . . and although she bursts through the front doors in a DRAMATICALLY ANGRY fashion, the building is. . . empty]

[a beat of silence passes, and the woman scowls]

We did see him enter this building, correct? How frustrating.

saturday.

[by the next day, Milla's irritation at her situation has died down enough for her to take to exploring their new surroundings. being angry doesn't help things, but actively looking for an exit to this dusty old town? now that is a productive use of one's time.]

[although it seems like Milla's productivity has been derailed, because she can be found in the general store with a can of minestrone soup in her hand. and she looks extremely intrigued by this invention as well]

Is it portable soup? But then, how does one open this container? It seems to be sealed quite tightly.

[someone explain to her the purpose of canned food plz]

wildcard.

[you know the drill!]

saturday

[generously]

[ Well... weirdos attract weirdos, so it's no surprise that this conversation starts with portable soup. ]

Huh? You've never had canned food before?

[thatsthespirit]

[welcome to the weirdo brigade!!]

"Canned food?" No, I haven't. But I've really only started eating food recently.

[generously]

[ Okay, now she really has his attention! ]

Recently? What did you eat up until now? You look human to me but I could be wrong. [ Don't say such things so casually... ]

[thatsthespirit]

Oh-- [well, she doesn't mind!! and she's used to people making that mistake]

Up until recently, I drew sustenance and water from spirits to keep my body alive. It wasn't until I lost the ability to do that that I discovered how good food is.

[she grins widely and happily]

I much prefer the process of ingesting calories to using the help of spirits.

saturday.

[insincerely]

[Good thing helpful Samaritan Shinnosuke is nearby and heard her!!]

You have to bash it repeatedly against a hard surface.

[Just kidding, he's here to give unhelpful advice.]

[thatsthespirit]

[. . . HOW HELPFUL. . .]

[she squints at the can, her nose wrinkled]

Really? How do you catch the contents before they fall out?

[insincerely]

You have to angle your mouth underneath just the right way as you bash the can. It's a very precise art, you know?

[thatsthespirit]

[. . .]

[have you ever seen someone judge a can of soup? she's judging a can of soup]

That seems unnecessary. Why not just serve it straight out of the pot, instead of sealing it in this container?

Saturday

[dubiousalignment]

With a can opener, of course! If we don't have any, a knife or any other sharp instrument can solve the problem in a pinch.

[Tarvek talks patiently and informatively as if she hadn't just asked something as basic as how to open a can. Then, just in case:]

Please don't try to use your gun to open it.

[thatsthespirit]

[turns the can upside down and peers at the bottom before she speaks again]

I've never used a can opener before. Where might I find one?

[a beat]

And don't worry, I have no intention on using that weapon at all while I'm here.

[dubiousalignment]

There should be one around here. Let's take a look around.

[Well there's a can opener around here! It's a rather old model but it should work]

Since you weren't aware of the existence of this invention I suppose I should open the can for you.

[Unless you want to give it a try?]

[thatsthespirit]

[holds out her hand :D]

I'd like to try it myself, if you don't mind. I enjoy learning new things.

[and there's a tinge of excitement in her tone to prove that fact]

saturday

[elemancy]

[wh...at.

it's definitely new to him to see someone who hasn't seen canned foods before. even in areas of lucis that were a bit behind the crown city's tech, they had canned food. it's not particularly good.

but it's pretty easy to understand.]

You do realize you need a can opener, right? [does she really not know that? noct is so baffled!]

[thatsthespirit]

[HEY NOW not everyone comes from worlds where canned foods are common!!]

I do now, though I assume you don't have a can opener in your possession.

[elemancy]

[this is a strange concept for noct! he'll catch on eventually.]

Left my only one in the car. With the camping gear. Which is.. not here at all.

[distress, he wants his car back.]

arrival

[sidearmofthelaw]

Definitely walked in there, yeah. We can check out the place for hidden doors, but it's just as likely he has a personal teleporter or something.

[ Or he's just a constructed image or a robot or something something, but Nisha will keep that speculation to herself for now. She doesn't see any of the tech for that around either, anyway. ]

[thatsthespirit]

[tsks in annoyance and strides into the station, her gaze sharp and looking for said hidden doors]

He must have made a hasty escape, knowing that there would be several of us who would try to strong arm answers out of him.

[irritation laces her words, but otherwise she's pretty calm]

[sidearmofthelaw]

Maybe so. But he can't stay away forever. Least, if he wants to keep any kinda appearance of authority he can't.

[ Nisha's pretty calm too, and she makes a circuit of the room herself, evaluating it. ]

arrival

[expelliarmed]

[ He'd held back a moment after the sheriff's departure, but spotting someone else making her way to the station, he follows. Why wait for an explanation if they could get one now? And he needs one now.

So he steps through the doorway shortly after she throws them open, his own frustration evident on his features. ]

He must be in here somewhere. [ The building's not large, and he supposes the sheriff could have maybe apparated, but they couldn't be sure of anything until they'd looked around a bit. So he starts looking around the furniture. And at the furniture. It wouldn't be the first time someone's disguised themselves as a couch, okay. ]

[thatsthespirit]

[having expected at least some people to follow her, Milla responds without hesitation]

Hiding, likely. How cowardly.

[she strides forward and begins her own search, though hers is focused on walls and ceilings and such]

[expelliarmed]

[ The armchair is decidedly not concealing anyone, and Harry heads back to the sheriff's desk. If the sheriff isn't here anymore, maybe he at least left something useful behind in his desk. ]

Have you ever been here before? [ This town, wherever it is, is pretty far removed from what he's used to. ]

arrival.

[moraled]

[He's got a similar idea.

They have to go into there and look, at least, but... there's nobody there. And it's ridiculous, and doesn't follow the rules of any laws he knows (except witchcraft??? could be witchcraft) and Barnham frowns, crossing his arms.]

We did.

By all logic and rights, he should be here.

[BUT HE'S NOT...]

[thatsthespirit]

[clicks her tongue together in irritation]

He's either hiding, or there's a hidden exit somewhere we can't see. [or maybe there's something supernatural going on here, she sure as heck doesn't know] Would you care to assist me in searching the building from top to bottom?

[moraled]

[Or... witchcraft.

Okay, no, he's not prepared to bring that up just yet.]

Certainly. If he is hiding somewhere within this building, any wasted time in finding him is time he may use to escape properly. I will begin on this side.